Page 259 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
I cup her hip with one hand, stroke her hair with the other. Fuck, she is so pretty. I tell her so.
She blushes and glances around. “Come on.” She snags my hand.
After giving the security man my ID and getting a sticker pass that I slap on my shirt, Avery leads me through the security area and to the elevators. Once inside, she pushes the third-floor button.
She stands beside me, although we’re not touching. She tips her head toward an obvious camera. Ah. So that’s why we’re not making out right now.
Once the doors slide open, she leads me through an open-concept office area. It’s a vast space of desks, most manned by people working on computers or talking on the phone.
“This isn’t like the movies,” I say.
She glances over her shoulder at me with a smile. “You expected a shootout?”
“Isn’t Arizona where the O.K. Corral was?”
She laughs as she swipes her badge to unlock a door, then holds it open for me. It’s my job to do that for my woman, but I’ll let it slide here at her place of work.
“It is, but a few hours away by car. Want to play tourist?”
“Too fucking hot,” I reply. The building is blissfully cold. Thank fuck.
“I do miss Montana weather,” she replies. “Summers are incredible there.”
“Then come back with me.”
That isn’t what I came to talk about, but it’s the truth.
Her eyes widen. “You… You want me to move to Montana?”
I step close, but she retreats. I don’t stop until she’s against the wall behind the door. The room is clearly used for meetings with a table and chairs for six. There are no windows, only bland white walls and overhead fluorescent lighting.
“I want you on the ranch. In my bed. Permanently.”
She glances away.
I tip her chin up with my fingers. “Too strong?”
She shakes her head. Licks her lips. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
I nod, lean in and nuzzle her neck with my nose. Fuck, she smells good. “There’s probably a lot we need to talk about. Including why I came all the way here.”
She angles her head and clenches the front of my shirt.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I cup her breast through her blouse. “Are there cameras in this room?”
She shakes her head, clouding my face with her silky hair. “No.”
“Lock the door, kitten.”
I pull back enough so she can reach out and flick the lock on the knob. I love that this big, in-charge federal agent obeys me.
“Good girl.” I sink back into her, kissing her the way I couldn’t in the lobby. “Think you can be quiet?”
We’re breathing hard, and I roll my dick into her stomach.
She nods and tugs at my shirt, this time working it from my pants.
